Two brothers one goal!!


Have we reached the point where the expanding universe turns inward?

As the wave is looking within perhaps the wave is being matched in the macro.

It all had to do with time. “Time can be overcome,” Micrea Eliade wrote. That´s what it´s all about. The great mystery of Eleusis, of the Orphics, of the early christians, of Sarapis, of the Greco-Roman mystery religions, of Hermes Trismegistos, of the Renaissance Hermetic alchemists, of the Rose Cross Brotherhood, of Apollonius of Tyana, of Simon Magus, of Asklepios, of Paracelsus, of Bruno, consists of the abolition of time. The techniques are there. Dante discusses them in the _Comedy_. It has to do with the loss of amnesia; when forgetfulness is lost, true memory spreads out backward and forward, into the past and into the future, and also, oddly, into alternate universes; it is orthogonal as well as linear.

– Phlip K. Dick – _VALIS_

The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls.
-Simon and Garfunkel-

Footprints in the Sand

What of them, it is impermanence; What was once will be recycled and sifted through, what of us, will we be made impermanent?

Yes, that is why it is futile to climb the rock only to reach the top, we climb to see underneath the sand, where and why does the footprint go?

Why must we toil?

I stood upon that beach,
angry for the intrusion of the water.

can it not all stop?

Can the footprint be made to stay?

Why is it that Nothing gold can Stay?

I wanna go where gold can stay!

Why does this life transit about in cycles?

Why is it that we only see destruction, where did beauty go?

From Longfellow:

“Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time.

Footprints, that, perhaps another,
Sailing o´er life´s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.”

Alas, to many streams exist, I want that narrow pass to enter the gates, I want to circle upward on that ladder that Jacob saw in his vision, I want to leave a footprint, is that to prideful?

Alas the wind came and blew away any footing I had made, in it´s whisper came a soft voice:

“You´ve an eternity to leave a footprint young child, smile I am with you.”

And it blew and I took a breath.


While watching this recent documentary I came to this conclusion.  Everything is made of vibration and the higher the vibration the more complex become the patterns.  We are indeed a reflection of the frequencies we are projecting.  If you watching the cymantics in this video it is stated matter is changed in form by the changing of frequency.  For example a glass collapses at a certain frequency.

If you watch at 7:30 of this video I see an amoeba forming.

It is said in the beginning was the word and the word was made flesh.  Also, the only begotten son was Christ.  This is a consciousness moving upon creation.  Out of the simple form of early life a vertebrae was formed and evolution rose out of matter to create our present form.  As the frequency changes the complexity of the pattern changes, matter is transformed.

A sea of consciousness exist everywhere.  We are the product of this primordial sound looking back upon itself and becoming aware.

Are we all a singularity?

Swimming through the infinte. All points the center. We glide through the matrix connecting through resonation.

The merging of heaven and earth awakenning to the reality. Learning the nature.
Perhaps the sleeper is wakenned yet unaware? Some do not know why they are here.

Humanity still rubbing the sleepy out of our eyes. Once we´ve had the cup of java called Love minus Ego we´ll be ready to start our days of awareness.

We are all water from
different rivers
That´s why it´s so easy to to meet
We are all water in this vast,
vast ocean
Someday we´ll evaporate

~John Lennon

All rivers merge in the Ocean.
The Ocean refuses no river.

~Indian proverb

I want to color the world with the sound of God.

How does one find their sacred space?

To paint a tree you must become the tree.  Get into the pattern that creates the forest and replicate.

Art is meditation on the divine.  I’ve noticed recently that in order to create I must tune in.  Music helps, but it needs be at a vibrational level that allows one to let go.  When I try to create as an artist I become filled with this incredible feeling of trepidation, unless I can find a way to not think.  In letting go I’m free and soar for a moment.  It is meditation.  I feel as if we are so clouded and polluted with this present reality that to seek to tune with a divine rhythm becomes the only escape.  Do we all seek to be pure, to be free?  How do we overcome this world that pulls us down?